Dante’s POV I closed my eyes. That night, I fell into a deep sleep. But suddenly— “I am sorry.” Her words echoed in my head. I jolted up in bed, clutching my chest and gasping for breath. Something wasn’t right. It couldn’t be this easy. She hadn’t forgiven me for three years — so why now? I was having that strange feeling again — the same feeling I had when she sent me that text. No. She wouldn’t— I threw the covers off and bolted out of my room, sprinting toward her room. When I reached her door, I grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. I began to panic. “Amaya…” I shouted, slamming my shoulder into the door, but it didn’t budge. “Ggggkkk…” “Ggggkkk… Ackk…” The sound made me freeze in place, and my blood turned ice cold. “No…” “Amaya!” I roared, slamming my shoulder into the door with all my strength. The door crashed open. And when I saw her, my heart stopped. Her body was hanging from the ceiling with a thin sheet wrapped tig
Kara’s POV Finally. That bitch was gone. It took a lot of convincing, but it finally paid off. The day they sent her away was one of the happiest days of my life. Watching her being carted off like some broken thing — pathetic and lifeless — was more satisfying than I expected. But the satisfaction didn’t last. Even with her gone for treatment, Dante’s thoughts and actions still revolved around her. He spent most of his days visiting her — sitting by her side like some loyal dog — and it annoyed the hell out of me. I tried to convince him that she needed time away from him to heal, but he didn’t listen. It made me sick. I couldn’t even spend time alone with him. If he was in the packhouse, he was busy with endless work, and in his spare time, he was gone. How could someone as powerful as Dante Valtorin allow himself to be weighed down by a broken thing like her? He was the Alpha — ruthless, strong, feared. His mate was supposed to reflect that. And yet… he wasted his
Dante’s POV It was late at night. I was still awake in my office, finishing off some last-minute reports. Suddenly, Mako became restless, clawing at the back of my mind, making it hard to concentrate. “What is it?” I muttered, rubbing my temple. But before I could get a response, I felt a sharp pain in my chest—like I was being stabbed in the ribs. I clutched my chest in pain, groaning loudly as I struggled to understand what was happening. My phone buzzed on my desk. I managed to pick it up, but what I heard next shattered my world. “WHAT?” I shot up from my chair, my eyes wide with panic. “What do you mean it’s on fire?! How did that happen?” “We don’t know!” The voice on the other end was frantic and breathless. “The fire just suddenly started, and it’s spreading fast…” “My wife… Amaya—where is she? Is she out?” I questioned, my chest tightening painfully as I groaned. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and I growled in frustration. “Answer me, dammit!” “Alpha
Dante’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the pain in my chest—not from the burn or the smoke, but from the empty void left behind.The second thing I noticed was the sterile scent of disinfectant.My eyes fluttered open. I was in the pack hospital.My head rolled to the side, and I saw Cyrus sitting in a chair nearby.His arms were crossed over his chest, and his eyes were closed, but the tension in his face told me he wasn’t asleep.The moment I shifted, his eyes snapped open.“You’re awake,” he said.I stared at him blankly, my mind still fogged from whatever drugs they had pumped into my system.“How long…”“A day,” he responded.I sat up too quickly and winced in pain.“Amaya.” Her name escaped my lips like a breathless prayer, and Cyrus’s gaze darkened.“She’s gone, Dante,” he said quietly, and my fist clenched. “Her remains were found in the wreckage. I’m sorry.”“I want to see her,” I said, forcing my feet to touch the cold floor.Cyrus’s eyes widened slightly.
Dante’s POV “Stop the damn car!” I roared. Cyrus cursed under his breath and slammed his foot on the brake. The tires screeched, and before the car even fully stopped, I had the door open and was stepping out. As I stalked toward the gathering, I overheard conversations. “Well, at least now the Alpha can finally find a real Luna.” I felt a stab in my chest. “She was never fit to be Luna anyway. Honestly, it’s better this way.” A male laughed. “He dodged a bullet if you ask me.” My fists clenched at my sides. As soon as they started to notice my presence, their conversations died down—but it was already too late. Rage had blinded my vision, and Mako was growling, begging to be released. When the man with the torch saw me, his eyes widened. “Put it down,” I growled, still trying to remain calm. The man lowered the torch, hesitating for a moment, but then he smirked and tossed it toward the picture. The flames caught instantly. Something in me snapped, and in an instant, I gr
Dante’s POV “It’s me.” I shook my head. My vision was still too foggy to make sense of what was happening. But it sounded like her. And the way she moved—when she touched my cheek—it felt like her. Her finger brushed my jawline. “You came back,” I whispered, lifting my hand to cover hers. She bummed in response, lowering herself onto my lap. Her scent wrapped around me, so intoxicating that I instinctively slid my hands to her waist. “I miss you,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against her shoulder. “I miss you too,” she whispered back, and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. My hand tightened on her waist, and she leaned closer, brushing her lips against the side of my neck while her fingers ran through my hair. “Amaya…” I groaned, pulling her closer, burying my face into her skin. She trailed her lips teasingly down my neck, sliding her nails under my shirt. Just when she started to lift it… “Yes,” she responded, but my body stiffened. The voice was different t
Dante POVDays passed, and there was still no news on her whereabouts.Everyone who saw her last swore they saw her at the mental hospital before the fire.I was growing impatient with every passing day, knowing Amaya’s murderer was somewhere out there, breathing the same air as me.Cyrus was always quick to remind me that the missing nurse was just a suspect — after all, we couldn’t recognize the person’s face in the footage, and it was too grainy to make a clear identification.But I didn’t care.Someone set that fire. Someone walked out of that room while my mate burned to death. And someone was going to pay for it.I was in my office, trying to distract myself by rewatching the CCTV footage over and over again. Each time the image of the nurse flashed on the screen, I would curse under my breath.Cyrus was also present, but he sat in the far corner of my office, quietly observing me. He had been doing that a lot lately. I wouldn’t blame him — I was slowly going mad.My fist clench
Dante’s POV Cyrus took a moment to process my words, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as he blurted, “What?” He stared at the laptop screen, zooming in on the picture. “Are you sure? This… this can’t be right.” He was in denial, just like I was. From the little interaction we both witnessed earlier today, it was clear to both of us that Kara was hiding something — but a part of me refused to believe she would have anything to do with this. She had been a part of my life for years. Even when Amaya came into the picture, Kara never crossed the line — not until that night. She had always been composed, always careful with her words and actions. That’s why this didn’t make sense. “I don’t know,” I growled. “But what else makes sense? That tattoo is identical to Kara’s. And you saw her reaction when I mentioned the footage.” My jaw clenched while Cyrus still looked to be in disbelief. “I should have known,” he muttered. “That night the healer went missing after Amaya wa
Amaya POVMy legs gave out, but Asher caught me again, easing me down until I was sitting against a rock. I clutched my stomach tighter as the pain from the stab resurfaced.“Are you okay?” Asher asked. When I looked up at him with a glare, he sucked in his lips and muttered, “Of course you’re not—you just got stabbed.”Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.The white wolf must die.Another shiver ran down my spine as I recalled their hollow eyes and hateful words.“They really think I’m the villain,” I whispered, mostly to myself. But Asher, who had been pacing back and forth, froze and slowly turned to face me like he wasn’t sure if he should say something or just shut up and sit down.His eyes darted around before he finally walked over and crouched down in front of me.“They’re just kids,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re scared and brainwashed. They don’t know what they’re saying.”I didn’t respond.He sat down beside me, no
Amaya POVI thought it would be difficult, but I guess the perfume played a big role. Walking down the hallway, many guards glanced in my direction, but they all had the same expression—wrinkling their noses.And even when one tried approaching, I simply raised my hand before he could get closer, dismissing him instantly. Kara had a bossy, bratty reputation, so this was easy.Asher led me to where he claimed the kids were being held captive. By now, we had passed over twenty guards and turned more corners than I could keep up with.The moment I stepped inside, my fists clenched. It felt like a prison—but for children. I glanced around as I slowly approached. There were still other guards inside, watching the kids, but what pissed me off was the condition these kids were living in.When I walked past a cell, they shuddered back in fear, probably mistaking me for Kara.My fists clenched tighter when I saw a girl who looked around eight, holding a boy who couldn’t be older than five. She
Amaya POV“Aughhh!” I yelled, thrashing violently. The more he tried to hold me down, the more I struggled.“What’s going on!” Two guards rushed in, seeing the scene.“I don’t… she just started… acting all crazy,” the boy whose name I still hadn’t learned said. He was actually better at acting than I imagined.The two men shoved him away and held me down, and though they succeeded, it didn’t stop me from screaming.Soon, the sound of heels echoed down the hall. “What the hell is all this racket about?” Kara’s voice rang out as she strode into the room.The two guards stepped back, allowing her to assess the situation while I continued screaming, acting like I was mad.Kara snapped her finger. “Asher…” she called, and the boy slowly stepped forward. “What is this?” she demanded, pointing at me.“I… I think it’s the silver,” Asher muttered, his eyes darting from me to the guards. “She… she might be reacting to it.”Those words caught the guards off guard and one of them muttered, “… but
Amaya POVAlpha Kieran.A name whispered like a curse among rogues. He was powerful, ruthless, and once upon a time, respected.He was a rogue leader like no other. One who carved his power out of chaos and stitched together an empire from scraps. But even with all that, he had rules. Boundaries.That all changed after a war.No one knew what happened on the battlefield, but the Kieran who returned wasn’t the same. He came back… sick. Strangely, the next morning he ordered an attack—not against a rival pack, but his own people.Entire rogue settlements burned overnight.Children were ripped from their mothers’ hands screaming. Families torn apart like paper. Blood soaked the ground, and no one dared ask why. Kieran’s silence was more terrifying than his rage.And behind it all, his obsession with the White Wolf grew. I had been the target since my father’s death, but back then it was more subtle.But capturing me wasn’t enough. He wanted to extract my powers. And to do that, a ritual
Amaya’s POV It’s been four days since I’d been held captive. I hadn’t seen Kara since then, which was a little disappointing because I’d only been able to gather small pieces of information. The only person who ever visited was the young man—or should I say boy—who brought my meals every day. Every time he came in, he’d remove just one chain from my hand, place the food carefully in front of me, then watch from a distance as I ate. At first, I didn’t trust him. I thought maybe the food was poisoned, but remembering the blue-eyed man’s words about how they couldn’t harm me… it couldn’t possibly be. So I ate. And, as suspected, nothing happened. The boy who was sent to watch me never really spoke. In fact, the only time I ever heard his voice was when he muttered a single word. “Eat.” That was it. He didn’t even look at me when he said it—like he either didn’t want to or wasn’t allowed to. But I saw him. The way his fingers trembled when he unlocked the chains. The way
Dante POVI had just returned from another long, useless search for Amaya. It was late, almost past midnight, and I was dead on my feet.Not that it mattered. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. I’d become increasingly restless ever since Alpha Becket pulled me aside.He had also warned me to keep the truth from everyone — even Cyrus. According to him, the fewer people who knew, the safer it would be.Who would’ve thought the once delicate, childlike woman who stole my heart would turn out to be the last white wolf?I was so lost in thought that when I turned a corner, I slammed right into someone. I growled under my breath, massaging my temples.“I’m—” The apology died in my throat when I looked up.The man I’d bumped into was standing still, stiff, glaring at me. It made my instincts prickle.“I’m sorry for bumping into you,” I said, thinking maybe that was the reason for his attitude.Lately, I’d been apologizing more than usual. Normally, I would’ve just pushed past without
Amaya POVFew Days Ago…Briella had come to visit, which was unusual for her. It was late, and I had just stepped out of the shower, my robe clinging to my damp skin when I heard a knock at my door.“I need to talk,” she said. Without waiting for me to respond, she walked past me and collapsed onto my bed. I blinked, confused, then followed her.I turned back to the dressing table to dry my hair, but the silence stretched between us.“You wanted to say something?” I muttered, turning to meet her gaze. She wasn’t looking at me, but at her own hands, twisting nervously in her lap.I raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”Briella heavily slumped her shoulders. “I’ve been dishonest.” Her words caught me off guard. I stopped drying my hair.I turned fully to face her, leaning against the table. “What do you mean?” I asked.She fidgeted, her fingers twitching anxiously — a side of her I hadn’t seen before. Something was very off.“That day at the rogue territory…” she began, her voice bar
Amaya POVPain was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. There was a burning ache at the back of my head, and a throbbing pulse in my wrist where something cold and heavy dug into my skin. The sack still covered my face, so all I could see was nothing.I tried to move, but the chains rattled loudly, forcing me to realize my wrists were shackled to the wall behind me. The more I struggled, the deeper they dug into my skin.Where am I?I took a sniff of the air. The scent was unfamiliar. Suddenly, I heard footsteps followed by the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.My heart began pounding heavily, yet I stayed as still as I could, keeping my breathing shallow under the sack.The dragging became louder and closer until it stopped right in front of me.“She’s awake,” came a rough voice.I flinched as cold fingers yanked the sack off my head. I squeezed my eyes shut due to the sudden brightness.When I finally dared to open them, I found myself staring into th
Dante's POV "Amaya!" I screamed and bolted upright in bed. My head spun and my arm burned from the IV a nurse was hurriedly trying to fix. It took only a second to realize I was in a hospital. "Where is she? Where is Amaya?" I growled, which startled the nurse so badly she stumbled back, trembling like a leaf. "I-I don't know..." she stammered. "You were found passed out on the road. Some passersby rushed you here. I-I'll go inform Sir Ryder you're awake," she said quickly and rushed out before I could stop her. Panic gripped me harder. How long had I been out? I glanced out the window. The sun was already high outside, and memories of last night crashed back into me like a nightmare. Amaya had been taken, and she had been missing since last night. Shit! I yanked the IV out of my arm and rushed towards the door, only to almost collide with Ryder, who was storming in. "Where is she?" he demanded, stepping furiously into the room with his eyes filled with rage. "You were with he